| Born out of cipher and darkness
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| Spawned from a speck with a course set in stone
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| A part of predestined expansion
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| Hurled through eternity we’re left alone
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| How do we view the illusion of choice
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| Can we accept, can we ever rejoice
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| Are we fit to decide
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| The course of our ride
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| A riddle in the dark
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| An ever shooting star
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| Is this all that we all really are
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| Our roads intersect
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| In paradise of the architect
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| A journey without cause
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| A dream that never was
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| We’re a brief shining light in the dark
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| Our lives will connect
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| In paradise of the architect
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| The ever expanding horizon
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| Leads to more questions we can’t leave to rest
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| Our time is a relative circle
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| Is there a difference between life and death
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| The perfect enigma that we try to break
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| Eternity haunts us with each step we take
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| We’re not made to defraud
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| The makers of god
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| A riddle in the dark
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| An ever shooting star
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| Is this all that we all really are
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| Our roads intersect
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| In paradise of the architect
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| A journey without cause
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| A dream that never was
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| We’re a brief shining light in the dark
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| Our lives will connect
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| In paradise of the architect
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| Our journey was never of a greater cause
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| What matters is choosing what should be passed on
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| Then even after we’re gone
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| We will live on
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| A riddle in the dark
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| An ever shooting star
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| Is this all that we all really are
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| Our roads intersect
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| In paradise of the architect
|
| A journey without cause
|
| A dream that never was
|
| We’re a brief shining light in the dark
|
| Our lives will connect
|
| In paradise of the architect
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| Our lives will connect
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| In paradise of the architect |